"Jack, calm down," said Carter in a bored tone. They had been sitting there for about a half-hour—well, more like kneeling; they were tied up with all their equipment and weapons taken away.

"Carter… We've been captured... Again!"

Daniel wrinkled his nose, trying to push his glasses back up his face. It was rather hot on the planet, and the sweat was making his glasses fall off.

"Yet we have always escaped, Colonel O'Neil," pointed out Teal'c.

After a moment, Jack shrugged. "Yeah. I guess so." At the sound of marching, Jack looked up to see six Jaffa guards marching in pairs, followed by four more Jaffa bearing an ornate and sheltered litter, and six more Jaffa guards behind them. "Ah, and so the party begins. I wonder who is behind curtain number one…" The Jaffa behind Jack thwacked him in the small of the back with the base of his staff weapon, demanding that he be silent. "Oh, loosen up you…" The rest of his insult was lost to a murmur at Sam's sharp glance telling Jack not to agitate them any further. Jack sighed, waiting for the procession to get there.

The litter was let down and a man with short black hair, steel-gray eyes, and an elaborate robe stepped out. Jack noted that he wore a Goa'uld hand-device. "I am Februus, Lord of this planet."

"Yep, Goa'uld alright." Jack gave a half-arsed smile. "Nice to meet ya'."

Daniel furrowed his brow. "Februus? He was a Roman god, well, a pagan Roman god, especially while the Romans worshiped Isis…"

Februus's eyes flashed. "Silence, insolent peasant!" He looked as if he would use the hand-device on Daniel, but the Goa'uld soon composed himself. "Throw them in the dungeon… on the dark side of the planet."

"Dark side of the planet…" Jack muttered. "… That reminds me of something…"

"The Touched on P3X-797," offered Sam.

"No… Ah! I remember. I forgot to lock my fishing rods in my shed." With a shake of his head, Jack grumbled, "Dammit…"

"Enough!" yelled Februus. "Take them away."

The prostrate Adiran lifted his head. "Many pardons, my Lord… but what offense have they committed?"

Februus's eyes flashed again. "Fool! They are conspirators, drawing you away from your goddess, Isis, and me—your Lord. Do you doubt your Lord? Do you doubt that one day, Isis will return?"

"No, Lord! No! I did not know! Please forgive me!"

"If you were truly devoted to your Lord and your goddess Isis, then you would have known. Jaffa, throw him in the dungeon with the conspirators." Februus's cold gaze fixed on Adiran. "You will learn to trust and obey your gods."

Jack moaned and rolled over. The bastards had zatted them. I hate those stupid zat guns… except when we're fighting… then they're good… as long as I'm shooting one… Opening his eyes, he could see very little because of how dark the cell was, only that it was extremely cluttered with various broken wooden boards, metal poles, and strips of cloth. "Daniel…? Sam…? Teal'c…?" He felt a strong hand grab his shoulder.

"I am here, Colonel O'Neill." It was Teal'c's voice. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. You sound okay."

"Indeed."

"Sir!" It was Carter. "I think I found Daniel!"

"Daniel?" Jack called.

"He's not responding, sir." Sam's voice was flooded with worry and tension.

"Shit…" Jack knew what was wrong. When Daniel was little, he was in foster care. And sometimes, he hadn't ended up with the kindest people. It didn't take Jack long to figure out that this cluttered, dark cell reminded Daniel of a closet. While Jack didn't know much about the specifics of Daniel's horrifying past, he did know that regular beatings and imprisonments in closets were a constant—that much he figured out after enough over-night missions with him. Daniel always was always plagued with terrorizing nightmares. With another curse, Jack crawled over to where he had heard Sam's voice, eventually finding Daniel. "Jackson! Jackson!..." While his voice was firm and a little loud, O'Neill was careful not to sound too harsh, and not to touch or shake Daniel in anyway.

Eventually, Daniel slowly blinked his eyes and registered Jack's face. "Jack… I-I'm sorry… I-…"

"It's alright, kid. Now, how are we going to get outta here…?"

"There is no way out," spoke a meek voice in the corner.

Daniel was back up to par in no time. "Adiran? Is that you?"

"Y-Yes… Since I was unfaithful to the Lord and to Isis, I have been sentenced to be cast with you, The Conspirators, to learn the true meaning of faith."

Jack sighed. This planet was getting on his nerves. "Look, Isis isn't really a goddess—"

"STOP! STOP! Isis is our goddess! All of us here love and obey her, patiently waiting her return!"

"Her return?"

"Yes. We have not seen her in many generations. But Lord Februus says that Isis proclaimed him Lord until her return."

"So… she hasn't been here in like… forever… and you still believe in her?" Jack tagged his previous thought; this planet was really getting on his nerves.

"Yes. She is our queen, our god."

After a while, Daniel snapped his fingers. "Now I remember! There was once a scribe in ancient Roman history named Adiran. It's a Latin name for of the Adriac."

Everywhere there was silence, and in the lack of noise, SG-1 realized that there were many cells there… and people who had heard them talking.

Daniel looked around. "What?"